2016/03/30

Lost

My communion coat got left on the bus
It is lost
My communion coat got left on the bus
And Dad is sorry
But it is lost
Someone else is wearing it now, I suppose
My new red coat

My communion coat cost seven pounds
(Granny Griffin paid)
Seven pounds!
‘And what am I to tell her now?’ shouts Mum
And she cries
And slaps my face, hard
‘You should never have taken it off!’

I remember the day my communion coat got left on the bus
Dad pawned it in the shop on Talbot Street
While I waited outside
And we never did get a bus
We walked home
And it was cold
With no coat


SG Capelli (Western Australia)

4 comments:

  1. It's so loaded with meaning... Tragic and beautiful. I really like it.

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  2. Thanks Anna, appreciate your feedback and glad you like it, it's one of my favourites

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  3. Goes straight to the heartstrings

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  4. Goes straight to the heartstrings

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